A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

who picked the name

with windows that

cup of hot cocoa in

trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

outside. His thin stature made

had almost given up on

lived two months longer than the doctor

glass of

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

Mark seemed like he had not heard

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

nose twitched when he heard

the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

also her favorite food,”

moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

he began to

stopped

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

not call her,” he said

give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

medicines from him and swallowed them

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

almost given up on

had lived

a glass of water and medicine in his

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had not heard

he murmured, “Today

nose twitched when

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

her favorite food,”

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped

it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

not call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia

he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can

took the medicines from him

bed, and a nurse came in to help put

done, Mark looked

his phone got weaker and

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

behavior was much like that

for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was

his

this point,

hospital room were white, just

gently closed his

he needed

in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

to buy the pumpkin pies

foreign nurse was

wanted to return home. He

and the

couldn’t change anything

give up as long as he was

him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

stay

finding it difficult to go back to

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

up. The plane would be

he wanted to go

fingers trembled as he thought of his

Peter came back

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he

arranged the paper planes and smiled at

have some of your

actually took

was not more than a

in his mouth, he put down the spoon because

his eyes and looked

and have a family reunion,” he

Angela’s Library

course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he

he could ask him about it, Mark’s

it was around 4

the caller ID. For

Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

into

silly boy,”

concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It

sounded a

“Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

given birth to a girl that had been

the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for

said,

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end

and put down the

of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at

was happy to hear this and he did a fist pump in

said with a

sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

began to stroke one of the

wanted to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance

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